The Fauns and Satyrs tripping,
with lively Nymphs of fresh, cool brooks and fountains,
and those of woods and mountains:
Like Roes, came nimbly skipping,
by signs their mirth unripping,
My fair Queen, they presented with Amaltheas twenty
brimful of wealthy plenty,
and still to give, frequented,
with bare gifts not contented.
The demigods pray to the Gods supernal;
Her life, Her wealth, Her fame may be eternal.
Then sang the shepherds and Nymphs of Diana:
long live fair Oriana!